On your ugliness, you have borrowed
My smile, you shall wear my dawn,
The unending maze of a darkened world.
Down your elbow drips my blood
You cry an afflict, -like a thief caught thieving
Catch catch, he cries, -there runs the thief.
Today the mothers mourned
They know, that they shall give birth
To martyrs only, for a long time to come.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 22,2014.
“In one of the writings of the martyrdom of Christians during the reign of the Persian Emperor Sapor, it is said: 'The swords became dull, the sword-bearers fell and the sword-makers fatigued, but the Cross is uplifted even higher and glistened from the blood of Christ's martyrs.'
The Cross Glistens with the Blood of Martyrs @ Mystagogy
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